Three KH Drabbles.
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pornandkittens. Which is totally the worst comm ever. Totally. XD
Axel monologues, and Hades soliloquies. Sorta. Hades/Axel, wangst.
Once Upon a Time Nobody
He was a Nobody. At least, he'd been a Nobody. No heart, no Roxas, and no nothing, all wrapped up in a pretty wrapper, like a candy with a hollow center. A little empty, a little not-quite-filling, and kinda really one big fucking disappointment.
But that was Axel's life, or not-life, in a nutshell.
One big fucking disappointment after another.
But that was the point. His not-life. Because Nobodies, as a rule, weren't living, but they weren't dead, either, and they existed on the cusp of everything, begging for table-scraps and a sliver of a world, and maybe your heart, if you don't mind letting it go, thanks.
And when the not-alive, not-dead things finally gave up, it was more of a ceasing to exist than an actual death. Or at least, that was the impression Axel had gotten, time and time again, when he watched Nobody after Nobody fall, from Keyblade or chakram or the just the irony of a heart breaking when there was no heart to break.
So it was with some surprise that he was here, in the Underworld, playing it up with all the heroes and damsels in distress that'd had, once upon a time, hearts. It was with surprise, and a vague sense of ah, so life's not done fucking me over, and maybe a little gratitude, because as long as Axel was existed, he was sure to get somewhere. Because a fighter? That was Axel in a nutshell.
Or something like that.
But the Underworld was easy to get used to. Lots of death, a little gloom, and taking potshots at the swirling spirits, like shooting fish in a barrel. And it was also easy, all in all, to get used to fucking Hades.
"You're not supposed to be here," Hades said with a frown, still looking pissed at having a Nobody in his personal little hell.
Axel laughed and pressed his hands against Hades' skin, flickers of flames sneaking from beneath his fingers. The feel of Hades' skin, cold, was one Axel wasn't sure he could get used to. It was easy to do lots of things, sure, but that didn't mean there weren't things Axel wouldn't ever bat an eye at. Like Hades' cold face, all bitter and stiff, like a corpse.
"Do a lot of things I'm not supposed to," Axel said, "didn't you get the memo?" Hades' fire felt colder than his skin, like flickering ice, and Axel shoved Hades further back in the throne (of skulls. A throne of fucking skulls, and wouldn't Marluxia have loved that?), crawled further onto Hades' lap.
"Those without hearts," Hades continued, pressing one long, thin finger against Axel's chest until it hurt, "don't have a place--"
Axel grabbed Hades' face, shoved his tongue down Hades' throat, and grinned to himself, sharp teeth and cut lips, when Hades shut up and kissed Axel back. After a moment he leaned back, licked the blood from his bottom lip, and gave Hades a wider grin, nearly a smirk.
"You gonna shut up and fuck me, or is a soliloquy on Hercules next?"
Hades, when he was angry, was hot, skin and fire than burned, and sometimes, when Hades' hands were leaving blisters and scorch-marks over Axel's body, it felt a little bit less like death.
Not that, of course, that Axel knew what death felt like. Because Axel, after all, was a Nobody, through and through.
Axel doesn't need rescuing, but Hercules hasn't gotten the memo. Vague Hercules/Axel, Big Damn Hero Complex o' Doom, and shooting fish in the barrel. Or possibly ghosts in the river.
Hero of Ghosts
"Is there a reason you're doing that?"
Hercules looks disturbed, from the tiptop of his stupid hair to the tiptoe of his silly sandals. Axel blinks at him, slow and thoughtful, gives him a smile, and throws another ball of fire at the souls floating by.
The souls scream, distorted faces wavering in the mist, and Hercules shudders. Axel grins a bit more.
"Beats throwing fireballs at the minions," Axel says cheerfully, because it's true. Pain and Panic aren't stupid, and they've taken to running whenever they see Axel. And those little buggers? Can run fast. So wavering souls in unending anguish it is. Axel eyes a particular soul, one that might be man, but is mostly a rather unfortunate face with an even more unfortunate wail, and readies a fireball.
"Umm," Hercules says, like some big, bumbling hero, shuddering at the new shrieks of agony. "Perhaps you'd like to, er, throw fireballs at the living? For a change of pace?"
It takes Axel a few moments. He's not exactly at the top of his game anymore, what with most of his conversation partners being ghosts, and the lack of witty comebacks pains his heart. Or it would, if he had a heart.
"Are you," he asks Hercules, very slowly, "trying to rescue me?"
"Umm, well," Hercules says, and he is a big, bumbling hero, from the tiptop of his stupid head to the tiptoe of his newly-burnt feet. "Ow!"
"Thanks, but no thanks," Axel says, turning back towards the river, readying another fireball. "You might not have noticed, but I'm not quite the type you're looking for. Try for a damsel in distress. A hint. They have breasts." He flicks the fireball at a clump of moaning souls, and pretends he can't hear Hercules' sandals sadly flip-flopping away.
"Stupid kid," he mutters under his breath, but there isn't any real heat in it. Try as hard as he might, he's kind of fond of those big, bumbling heroes.
Even the ones with the really bad hair.
Heroes say please while they force you to your knees. Hercules/Axel, side of Hades. Dreams were made to be broken.
Good Boys
Hercules' fingers are blunt, just like his words. Like his words, his fingers fumble, bulky and heavy and a little unsure, and sometimes, mostly unmeaningly, pinch.
"I want," Hercules groans and pants, his fingers catching in Axel's hair, pulling a bit. "Please, I want--"
The floor beneath Axel's knees is cold and hard, a scattering of shards of tile. The cock in his mouth is hot and heavy, and he chokes when Hercules grabs his head and pulls.
"Please," Hercules says, because he's the hero who says 'please' when he comes in Axel's mouth, and says 'I'm sorry' when he's fucking Axel on hands and knees. "Please--"
Hercules' hands are rough on Axel's head, smoothing and petting in the same clumsy way Hercules is murmuring words, like 'pretty' and 'sorry' and 'good' and maybe even 'love.' Axel grabs Hercules' hands, winces when his hair is yanked, and Hercules stares down at him, flushed face and wide eyes, like he's never seen Axel before. Axel wonders what dream Hercules is living in, with his pretty little damsels and never ending quests.
"That, Wonder Boy," Hades says, dark and throaty and like he's laughing, is never going to stop laughing, "is the stuff dreams are made of."
"I," Hercules says, like the world's collapsing around him, and Axel wonders when they'll all wake from these clumsy dreams.
pornandkittens. Which is totally the worst comm ever. Totally. XDAxel monologues, and Hades soliloquies. Sorta. Hades/Axel, wangst.
Once Upon a Time Nobody
He was a Nobody. At least, he'd been a Nobody. No heart, no Roxas, and no nothing, all wrapped up in a pretty wrapper, like a candy with a hollow center. A little empty, a little not-quite-filling, and kinda really one big fucking disappointment.
But that was Axel's life, or not-life, in a nutshell.
One big fucking disappointment after another.
But that was the point. His not-life. Because Nobodies, as a rule, weren't living, but they weren't dead, either, and they existed on the cusp of everything, begging for table-scraps and a sliver of a world, and maybe your heart, if you don't mind letting it go, thanks.
And when the not-alive, not-dead things finally gave up, it was more of a ceasing to exist than an actual death. Or at least, that was the impression Axel had gotten, time and time again, when he watched Nobody after Nobody fall, from Keyblade or chakram or the just the irony of a heart breaking when there was no heart to break.
So it was with some surprise that he was here, in the Underworld, playing it up with all the heroes and damsels in distress that'd had, once upon a time, hearts. It was with surprise, and a vague sense of ah, so life's not done fucking me over, and maybe a little gratitude, because as long as Axel was existed, he was sure to get somewhere. Because a fighter? That was Axel in a nutshell.
Or something like that.
But the Underworld was easy to get used to. Lots of death, a little gloom, and taking potshots at the swirling spirits, like shooting fish in a barrel. And it was also easy, all in all, to get used to fucking Hades.
"You're not supposed to be here," Hades said with a frown, still looking pissed at having a Nobody in his personal little hell.
Axel laughed and pressed his hands against Hades' skin, flickers of flames sneaking from beneath his fingers. The feel of Hades' skin, cold, was one Axel wasn't sure he could get used to. It was easy to do lots of things, sure, but that didn't mean there weren't things Axel wouldn't ever bat an eye at. Like Hades' cold face, all bitter and stiff, like a corpse.
"Do a lot of things I'm not supposed to," Axel said, "didn't you get the memo?" Hades' fire felt colder than his skin, like flickering ice, and Axel shoved Hades further back in the throne (of skulls. A throne of fucking skulls, and wouldn't Marluxia have loved that?), crawled further onto Hades' lap.
"Those without hearts," Hades continued, pressing one long, thin finger against Axel's chest until it hurt, "don't have a place--"
Axel grabbed Hades' face, shoved his tongue down Hades' throat, and grinned to himself, sharp teeth and cut lips, when Hades shut up and kissed Axel back. After a moment he leaned back, licked the blood from his bottom lip, and gave Hades a wider grin, nearly a smirk.
"You gonna shut up and fuck me, or is a soliloquy on Hercules next?"
Hades, when he was angry, was hot, skin and fire than burned, and sometimes, when Hades' hands were leaving blisters and scorch-marks over Axel's body, it felt a little bit less like death.
Not that, of course, that Axel knew what death felt like. Because Axel, after all, was a Nobody, through and through.
Axel doesn't need rescuing, but Hercules hasn't gotten the memo. Vague Hercules/Axel, Big Damn Hero Complex o' Doom, and shooting fish in the barrel. Or possibly ghosts in the river.
Hero of Ghosts
"Is there a reason you're doing that?"
Hercules looks disturbed, from the tiptop of his stupid hair to the tiptoe of his silly sandals. Axel blinks at him, slow and thoughtful, gives him a smile, and throws another ball of fire at the souls floating by.
The souls scream, distorted faces wavering in the mist, and Hercules shudders. Axel grins a bit more.
"Beats throwing fireballs at the minions," Axel says cheerfully, because it's true. Pain and Panic aren't stupid, and they've taken to running whenever they see Axel. And those little buggers? Can run fast. So wavering souls in unending anguish it is. Axel eyes a particular soul, one that might be man, but is mostly a rather unfortunate face with an even more unfortunate wail, and readies a fireball.
"Umm," Hercules says, like some big, bumbling hero, shuddering at the new shrieks of agony. "Perhaps you'd like to, er, throw fireballs at the living? For a change of pace?"
It takes Axel a few moments. He's not exactly at the top of his game anymore, what with most of his conversation partners being ghosts, and the lack of witty comebacks pains his heart. Or it would, if he had a heart.
"Are you," he asks Hercules, very slowly, "trying to rescue me?"
"Umm, well," Hercules says, and he is a big, bumbling hero, from the tiptop of his stupid head to the tiptoe of his newly-burnt feet. "Ow!"
"Thanks, but no thanks," Axel says, turning back towards the river, readying another fireball. "You might not have noticed, but I'm not quite the type you're looking for. Try for a damsel in distress. A hint. They have breasts." He flicks the fireball at a clump of moaning souls, and pretends he can't hear Hercules' sandals sadly flip-flopping away.
"Stupid kid," he mutters under his breath, but there isn't any real heat in it. Try as hard as he might, he's kind of fond of those big, bumbling heroes.
Even the ones with the really bad hair.
Heroes say please while they force you to your knees. Hercules/Axel, side of Hades. Dreams were made to be broken.
Good Boys
Hercules' fingers are blunt, just like his words. Like his words, his fingers fumble, bulky and heavy and a little unsure, and sometimes, mostly unmeaningly, pinch.
"I want," Hercules groans and pants, his fingers catching in Axel's hair, pulling a bit. "Please, I want--"
The floor beneath Axel's knees is cold and hard, a scattering of shards of tile. The cock in his mouth is hot and heavy, and he chokes when Hercules grabs his head and pulls.
"Please," Hercules says, because he's the hero who says 'please' when he comes in Axel's mouth, and says 'I'm sorry' when he's fucking Axel on hands and knees. "Please--"
Hercules' hands are rough on Axel's head, smoothing and petting in the same clumsy way Hercules is murmuring words, like 'pretty' and 'sorry' and 'good' and maybe even 'love.' Axel grabs Hercules' hands, winces when his hair is yanked, and Hercules stares down at him, flushed face and wide eyes, like he's never seen Axel before. Axel wonders what dream Hercules is living in, with his pretty little damsels and never ending quests.
"That, Wonder Boy," Hades says, dark and throaty and like he's laughing, is never going to stop laughing, "is the stuff dreams are made of."
"I," Hercules says, like the world's collapsing around him, and Axel wonders when they'll all wake from these clumsy dreams.
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Date: 2007-06-12 04:31 am (UTC)i'm sorry my brain just checked out of the awesome. ♥♥♥! and wait WHAT IS THAT COMMUNITY? *eyes it with trepidation*
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Date: 2007-06-12 06:51 am (UTC)Hehe, thank you!
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